Plea Bargaining
I sat down and ate my last almond nut.
The first clue was my face swelling up.
Ma said, ‘Was I dumb dumb or what?’
The sharp response failed to come-
my throat kinda got stuck,
along with my breath.
So this was death.
Well not yet.
Is it?
Please?
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.